1 With humble Words, the wifest I could frame, But I, faid fhe, my Fellows must pursue, [May And met the merry Crew who danc'd about the Then late refresh'd with Sleep, I rose to write The visionary Vigils of the Night: Blush, as thou may'ft, my little Book, for Shame, Bb Alexander's Feaft; OR, THE POWER of MUSICK. A N ODE, In Honour of St. CECILIA's Day. T I. Was at the Royal Feaft, for Perfia won, By Philip's Warlike Son: Aloft in awful State The God-like Heroe fate On his Imperial Throne: His valiant Peers were plac'd around; Their Brows with Rofes and with Myrtles bound. (So fhou'd Defert in Arms be Crown'd:) The Lovely Thais by his Side, Sate like a blooming Eastern Bride In Flow'r of Youth and Beauty's Pride. None but the Brave, None but the Brave, None but the Brave deferves the Fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy Pair! None but the Brave, None but the Brave, None but the Brave deferves the Fair. II. Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful Quire, With flying Fingers touch'd the Lyre: The trembling Notes afcend the Sky, And Heav'nly Joys inspire. The Song began from Jove; Who left his blissful Seats above, (Such is the Pow'r of mighty Love.) When He to fair Olympia prefs'd: And while He fought her snowy Breast: A present Deity the vaulted Roofs rebound: III. ThePraife of Bacchus then, the fweet Musicianfung; Sound the Trumpets; beat the Drums; He fhews his honest Face, [comes. Now gives the Hautboys breath; He comes, He Bacchus, ever Fair and Young, Drinking Joys did first ordain: Sweet the Pleasure; Sweet is Pleasure after Pain. CHORU S. Bacchus' Bleffings are a Treasure ; Drinking is the Soldier's Pleasure; Sweet the Pleasure; Sweet is Pleafure after Pain. |